Point To Ponder

It’s True, I confess, I am a Sneaky Pete.

Now, I realize that most – if not all of you – have no idea what it is I’m talking about, so let me explain. You see, while growing up in Northwest Indiana, my brother, sister and I were all prone to seeing treats prepared by my mother left unguarded. Whether it was the tin of fudge “hidden” above the bread box, or the cookie jar left full without a padlock in place, these screamed to a growing boy, “Come and get me!”

So, naturally, we did.

In my house growing up, the act of stealing a goodie, or treat without asking was labeled being a “Sneaky Pete” b...